It has been under construction for about 3.5 years, although I've only worked on it for a total of ~7 hours. It's like how they ceremoniously break ground on a building with a single shovel, but in my case there was an empty lot with one shovel-ful of dirt excavated for about 3.499 years and then a massive fucking crane and bulldozer came in and moved dirt for ~7 hours and, viola, something was there. It's not the Taj Mahal or anything, but it's definitely like a nicer tract home.

I make believe to make you believe.

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"The Music of the Moon"

potential

That's all there ever is. That's all there ever was. That's all there ever will be.

pure abstract potential

It's there when you wake up in the morning. And it's there as you fall asleep at night. It's everywhere - around us, within us. It appears insufficient to the cynical some, magnificent to the optimistic others and absent to the unlucky few.

It's the human's only constant in this universe. The hope, the promise.